Most people at the company still didn't know he already owned a sports car.
Otherwise, the reaction would probably be even more over-the-top.
He'd never thought about deliberately hiding the fact that he was rich, nor had he ever planned on deliberately flexing on everyone.
Some flexing was fine, because making the other person miserable was satisfying.
But some flexing was off-limits, because the target might be a reflection of his former self.
Just as everyone was admiring his "extraordinary masterpiece," his phone rang.
They only then returned his phone.
Xu Yun saw the familiar name, got up, and walked to the breakroom to answer. "Hello? What's up?"
"Xu Yun."
On the other end of the line, Huang Mengyao asked angrily, "What's going on? I received a court summons today."
"Oh, that."
Xu Yun said lightly, "Weren't you the one who told me to sue you? So I found a lawyer and sued you."
"..." Huang Mengyao was stunned into silence.
